Why God Why Novels & Stories

He quickly attended to her. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here." He whispered here. Even though tears were flowing in her eyes, they still remained blank. "WHY AM I NOT DEAD YET?" She asked weakly. 'Why? Why god wont let her die? What for? To make her life even more difficult? Isn't what she went through enough? Is it not enough? Because she can't do it anymore. Tiffany doesn't want to and she wants to rest. Is that difficult?,' Tiffany asked god silently.

"This isn't a debate, Pumpkin. You believe what you believe, and I believe how I believe. Is that okay?" "No, because you believe a lie." Eyes squinted, he asks, "What's the lie? God?" "Maybe. ...Well, yes." "Baby girl, where's this coming from?" "If there's a God, why does He leave me to fend for myself all the time?" "What have you been fighting?"

I feel like crying down. Why God? Why? Why me? Why are you doing this with me? What did I do wrong? Where have I made a mistake that you are punishing me like this? I'm doing it for their good. Then why do I feel unbearable pain? He pulls her even closer this time making my pain worse. Why I'm feeling pain seeing them together is because I love him or the matter is something else. I want them together. And it's finally happening too. Then why am I in this pain?

What the hell! "Why, God? Why is this happening to me?" His voice trembled as he questioned the heavens. The room absorbed his cries, offering no solace in return. He sought answers from a higher power, a divine entity that could make sense of the chaos that had befallen him. "What did I do to you, God? Have I not been a good man?" His pleas echoed in the silent void. Desperation consumed him, William felt a searing anger rise within. He is tired, in pain and just wanted to have some peace of mind. His fists clenched, and he vowed vengeance against those who had planned the destruction of their life.

I cried silently, but the pain was screaming inside me about the situation I was in right now. I thanked God that I was still alive even though I kept on asking Him why this kind of horrible thing had to happen to me. If everything happens for a reason, I wanted to know why He chose me to experience this. Did I do something bad for Him to punish me like this? I wanted to understand why He would let me lose everything I cherished so much after all these years. Why me? Why does it have to be me?

So I changed the topic. "But why don't you believe in God?" "First you answer, why do you believe in God?" He said while emphasizing on you "Because there is a belief that someone is guarding you all the time. It gives us hope, peace of mind. They help us in our bad times and saves us from problems and bring happiness in our lives". I told him

A chasm I can't cross. "Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything? Why did you let me leave believing I was alone? Why did you let me walk away? Why did you let me disappear? Why did you let me go? Why did you let me give up?" "I don't know. I don't have an answer that makes sense. I don't have an excuse. I don't have a reason. I don't have a justification. I don't have a defense."

The worst though we're all the what if's and why's that went around in my head constantly. Like what if I would jump on that asshole a bit sooner? What if I was stronger? What if we escaped before that evening? And why did God have to take away the only person that lived the real me, not the one I showed to the world? Why did she not seek any help before that fatal evening? So many questions but none of them had answers. And those answers would never be given to me.

I heard her chortle nervously and said, "finally! You are alive." I furrowed my brows and glared at her, "Why??!" "What do you mean why?" The girl’s voice sounds nervous. "Why did you save me?" I sat down on the sand. "Many people want to be alive but they can’t do that because of their condition. You are lucky to be normal! Why did you choose to end your life like this? For what? Isn't it good to be alive and live longer? Don't you know why God let you live at this moment? It's because you have are important and loved, so you shouldn't waste it like that."

he said “what” “God doesn’t care who believes in him or not” “Yeah, just as I expected” she said and they were both silent for a while “Its more complicated than you think… (he was silent a while) You believe God killed your parents” he said, she paused then replied “Well, sort of” “Free will killed your parents not God” “What are you saying? Suicide bombers attacked the church, why didn’t your God your father stop them” “Imagine a situation where God begins to save everybody from dying… that would be more problem than good for you and everyone… you misunderstand the purpose of God"